"Hnn. Definitely that, yes." Which was about all he managed before Optimus let the rest of the cabling loose, and while that was an impressive sight, what mesmerized him the most was the ones tucked away around the Matrix, now bared.
He'd almost expected all... well, ten, since he hadn't bared the last three tentacles to jack in at once, the way they'd been coiling above, but... The way the four at his thighs slid in, flickers of charge twitching along the connectors to suddenly just snap into place---
Megatron's helm snapped back in sympathetic reaction, and while the hand at Optimus' hip joint was pressing in and massaging the deeper workings, the other hand had fallen to the couch instead, gripping into the padding as his engine snarled.
The completed current went like wildfire from its four spots up to his spark chamber, and the faint feeling of Optimus somewhere in that was almost swallowed by the definitive knowledge of the nine missing connections.
It was like a web, a string of stars unlit, and he craved---
"More." That wasn't a request, or even a demand. Megatron turned his optics online again, unsure when he'd turned them off, and looked to Optimus'. It was a statement of... necessity, deeper than need.
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Date: 2012-10-06 07:08 pm (UTC)He'd almost expected all... well, ten, since he hadn't bared the last three tentacles to jack in at once, the way they'd been coiling above, but... The way the four at his thighs slid in, flickers of charge twitching along the connectors to suddenly just snap into place---
Megatron's helm snapped back in sympathetic reaction, and while the hand at Optimus' hip joint was pressing in and massaging the deeper workings, the other hand had fallen to the couch instead, gripping into the padding as his engine snarled.
The completed current went like wildfire from its four spots up to his spark chamber, and the faint feeling of Optimus somewhere in that was almost swallowed by the definitive knowledge of the nine missing connections.
It was like a web, a string of stars unlit, and he craved---
"More." That wasn't a request, or even a demand. Megatron turned his optics online again, unsure when he'd turned them off, and looked to Optimus'. It was a statement of... necessity, deeper than need.